Young Writers Society

Your laugh was charming,
a sound I strived to make.
It was easy to make you smile.
You would at everything.

We would play outside long after
the streetlights had announced
the end of the day.
It was easy to loose track of time.

We would spend hours
talking about everything
under the sun and sky.
You were smart enough to understand.

I miss you.

This poem is just horrible and needs work, but I need to write something for today.

Pick up three
run it through the next,
oops, dropped a bead,
start over once again.

Put another bead on
the string's knotted,
hold up!
I just need to take a rest.

The string is only in the craft
the beads are sparkling stars,
now if only I could take them
and weave them in my life.

Every life needs sparkle.

Yip! I'm behind. Four poems in one post up ahead.

Love goes on

You don't have to close your eyes
to keep yourself protected from pain.
The truth is what will set you free
from memories past.

There is room for love again
even when a life, your life,
has been shattered into
more pieces than you can count.

Face the pain to realize
all that love can be.

(Yes, I used some song lyrics in that one. Never let go by Josh Groban)

Don't open the door

Don't open the door
not to my room.
It's my own space
that should never be disturbed.

Don't open the door
I just want to
be left in the dark.
My heart only wants to hide.

Don't open the door
not to the depths of my heart.
For then the pain
shall make me break apart.


Waiting

Will it come today
she wonders for the
thousanth time.

Waiting takes too long.

The clock ticks by
every second slower
then the last.

Waiting takes too long.

Nothing else is on
her normally fully mind
all because of it.

Will it ever come?


Trust

He says to trust him
but how can I
when his only claim
in life is roughness?

Another says to trust
her words on the wind
but her only claim
is watching the world.

How can I trust
what anybody says
in a world where
falseness is the mark of pride.

Not again! Two poems in a post this time.

Worry

Worry ebbs and flows
like a tide controlled
by everything but the moon.

Any circumstance
from the large
to the mundane
can trigger it.

The only way to
escape the trap
of worry
is to no longer care
about the circumstance.

Fire's passion

Hidden deep
in the flames
hot and burning
with passion
lies the greatest
give know
to all of
mankind.

True passion,
creativity,
all-consuming love,
they lay deep
in the heart's
hidden flame.

Those who are
different and
scored for thinking
outside the box,
they are the ones
who dare
to control
that dancing flame.

Rosey!

I loved the 'Worry' one, as well as 'Waiting'. <3 Short and simple, yet so melancholy. C'mon, only six days left!

My only suggestion is here, in the first stanza of the poem at the top of this page.

Your laugh was charming,
a sound I strived to make.
It was easy to make you laugh.
You would laugh at everything.

You say the word 'laugh' three times in one stanza! It just disrupts the flow a bit.

Still, though fantastic! *hugs*

~Evi

Betrayal

Do you not know how deep betrayal is?
Do you not understand how it cuts your throat?
It cuts off your voice, making you unable
to say exactly where it hurts.

It hurts everywhere.

The stone face that is in front of me
does not encourage wounds to heal,
for only openness, flowing water, can wash away
the sting of forgotten loyalties.

Only remembered love can heal.

Do not explode, do not question;
each mind is as different as our fingertips.
Asking why, demanding why, will only
make things worse.

Live and let live.

Remember or forget the past, the choice is yours
both paths have pitfalls equal.
Forget the past and make the same mistake,
remember the past and never heal the wound.

Forgiveness is the balance.

But what if forgiveness is not an option?

That choice is up to you.

I am doing this way too much. Anyways, four poems are bellow; I was in a poetry-writing mood at 10 p.m. last night.

Do

Do nothing;
expect the world
to come to your
doorstep.

Life will simply
pass you by.

Do only the tasks
you must do
in order to life
your life.

You'll never really
fulfill your dreams.

Do only things
to a good enough
standard.

Everything you accomplish
will not be worth remembering.

Do everything;
be the superhero
of those around you.

The roll won't last;
you'll burn out eventually.

Do nothing,
do everything,
do the monotonous
between the extremes.

You might get somewhere
as you try to do simple tasks.

Do what you love
with all your heart.

Your life will be worth remembering.

Dreams

Dreams are not material,
but are almost always about material things.
What is wrong with this picture?

Words

Learn to put ideas into words;
words are the blood of communication,
and communication is the heart of humanity.

Fairy Playground

Vines are the slides
of those people
almost too small
to see.

A bent down flower
the stem twisted from
the weight of the petals
makes a perfect umbrella.

As the outstretched limbs
of trees ancient and young
rock in the wind,
their laughter from the ride
drowns out all sound.

Always watch what you touch
when walking in Nature.
You never know
what fairy was using it.

Rosey,

I really enjoyed Betrayal and Fairy Playground.



Ta,
Cal.

Woot! Done!

The final poem is inspired by my current homework assignment. Figured it fit.

Catharsis (Change of heart)

Literature
doesn't breathe;
its pulse is
non-existent
but its heart
is there
breathlessly awaiting
somebody to discover
its tender central
core of change
that will bleed
through your hands
holding the pages
through your eyes
resting on the
words printed
in front of you.

Finding literature's
heart can be
a perilous journey
but it is worth
the trek
in the end.

Every work you
take the time
to read cover
to spellbinding
cover
changes you